Dream: The young and the old

I am not sure where to start because I went to sleep after I woke up from having this dream, so the details are a bit sketchy…

There were two groups of people, one of which seemed to be a little more immature and fun than the older more somber people. The younger ones were the kids of the older folk, and again, this took place at my aunt’s house (as an aside, I lived there for the first eight years of my life, but I don’t think that’s why so many of my dreams are there. I spend more time at my aunt’s house than at my mom’s much of the time when I visit).

I met the younger people first, and they had their hideaway where my cousin Rachel’s room was. It was a very busy sort of room, and I had the feeling that it was a two story room, if people climbed down this ladder, they’d get to the storage place. Imagine the younger folks as “Lost Boys” from a cyber punk future. They had a set up of electronics on the south wall that had monitors sensitive to touch, and the audio ran on a different sort of feed. Like you could run a television with a touch screen and run a radio signal through the television too. Then you could selectively mute whatever frequencies you wished to properly tune in to whatever it was that you were trying to tune into. The radio popped up as a square in the t.v., and I accidentally assigned it a frequency that locked in. It was 91.5 or 94.5—or maybe 97.5. I muted the station because I didn’t want to mess up whatever they had going on (it seemed new, as none of the radio frequencies had been established in memory).

I know there was something about a word in four or five letters that might have been displayed on the television. Okko or Okka or Oh.. something (not Osaka). It doesn’t seem that important but when I woke from the dream I repeated it to myself so I could remember.

I went outside and saw the group of older folk, and this older balding guy was sitting on the corner of the back porch, criticizing the younger folk for being messy, telling me I should hang out with them instead rather than the young folk, but I didn’t like his patronizing attitude. He seemed to be the father of one girl in particular, this heavier set blonde chick named Ursula (I think—it’s just the feeling I had). I told him that I had grown up in a chaotic atmosphere, and so the atmosphere of the younger ones didn’t startle me or put me off. Let them be how they are, I thought, and when they want to grow out of their situation, they will. (I think a lot of communication in this dream after leaving the younger group’s area was telepathic or at the very least, wordless.

Then it seemed like there were these two guys who were going to try to actively bring me somewhere else. I think they were going to bring me to the more somber group, but both of the lads who attempted recruitment were young—not as young as the teen-early twenties of the younger group, but about mid-twenties or early thirties.

I went between the houses to talk with my mom on the other side of the fence and the first dude tried to grab me there. The way the houses are, is that there’s about a 12 foot space between the two houses, and then there’s a length of fence aligned with the front of the houses, and then one running between the yards, so the fence is like a T. Somehow I defeated the dude (I think he was in black) and looked at my mom like “okay, everything’s all right.”

My mom made a face like a warning, and then I felt the swish of a broom against my legs. The other guy had poked a broom through the fence (and I thought in the dream that it was odd, considering the bristles and all, but he had a definite disadvantage with his weapon). It didn’t bend my knees or knock me down; I just grabbed the broom and jerked it through to my side of the fence, ducking down to see through the links. I think the fence was covered in vines, honeysuckle and morning glory or some such.

I could see his eye through the fence, and it was light, either grey or blue, and he wore round glasses. He stood, and I am reasonably sure it was a variation of the dude Killian from my last dream. He wore his hair down, and it was long and that gold, dark blond color, but he looked a bit sturdier (wider and taller) than in the previous dream. I recognized him, but not from any prior dreams, and it was as though my perceptions were split.

One set of perceptions had me jabbing him gently in the face with the broom handle. I preferred to knock him in the glasses because they protected his face, although I also hit him in the chin, forehead and cheeks. I wasn’t really trying to damage him, just convince him that it was better to go away. He didn’t seem to mind this. The other set of perceptions went to him and touched his face where I had struck him. On this layer of perceptions, he was smiling at me. This set recognized him and didn’t wish for him to be harmed in any way. I am not sure if these happened simultaneously or if the second happened following the first. Within the second set of perceptions, I held his face in my hands and had the distinct feeling of floating upward (as if I had a brief flash of the two of us lifting up from the ground, higher than the fence) when I woke up.